This is the song from my mother (Peggy Joyce Lodge) who was born in 1932 and grew up in Seer Green, Buckinghamshire. This would be from around the war years. This is as I remember it: There was a Chinaman who was very very stout The servants could not carry him about So they rolled him up to the top of the hill and rolled him down with a Beechams pill Ching ching chong chong chang chicaloram Wiggy wiggy loram a wiggy wiggy wham, (this line really escapes me) oko oko tiddly if fi ko This is the way the Chinese talk
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